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In response to
"Max suddenly remembered the smell. Lenore.. lenore. A street market in Morocco. Lenore... the perfume seller. Lenore. He had to go back. "
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colin
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He remembered the shop now...it was tucked away in one of the older sections of Fez...
Posted by
Mel Profit (aka mel profit)
Apr 29 '13, 14:27
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it was between a bakery and a rundown hotel. He remembered that everything was beige...literally from one end of the horizon to the other were just various tones of the same color and yet it wasn't unpleasant. It was strangely - otherworldly - beautiful.
It came to him now that Lenore was the owner of the shop. She, like the landscape, was darkly complected with wild dark hair...a single shock of unnatural white along one temple...and yet her almond colored eyes were the thing he remembered. It's as though the scent of vanilla revived his memory...of Lenore.
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